Orchid was hard at work tanning the hide. He had picked at the impurities and soaked it in oils, the pungent heap of flesh stretched between two sticks to dry out. It'll need at least a day before it would be ready to be used again, more if he wanted to properly shape it into something complex, like a hood or a cloak. The idea of wearing a drakeskin cloak was too tempting for Orchid to mess up now. Sure it was no dragonscale, but it was close enough. How he wished he could at have at least chipped off a bit of that dragon's flesh, and perhaps wear it as a crown of some sort. But alas, he'd just have to settle for this drake skin.

As Orchid contemplated his next course of action someone called out to him. He turned to the voice and noticed it was Kyra. Was he in trouble? She seemed serious about something, but unless they were being attacked Orchid wasn't sure what. Still he stood up and approached the priestess, his hunched, hulking figure towering over her. [color=a2d39c]"Orchid here. Need Orchid?"[/color] The oaf pointed to himself. He was still going through his mind what she may need. Perhaps she needs his strength to move some bodies? Lots of corpses around here. Or maybe repair another wall? Not really his forte but he could carry rocks. Or maybe she was going to go kill things? Admittedly Orchid was all tapped out of rage for today, but he supposed that he could take on a raider or two. He'd just have to be more cunning this time, since he can't rely on his brute strength just yet.

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Health: 14/14
Armor Class: 16
Rage: 0/2
Status: Talking to Kyra
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